I licked and flicked and sucked with abandon, feeling every twitch, allowing her response to guide me. I took no more than a minute for the first orgasm to start. Her arms and legs were flailing, her head rolling side to side, her eyes staring into space as she moaned over and over “It’s so good, it’s so good, oh my fucking God it’s so good. Eat me, eat me, eat me…”
It was so fucking hot! SHE was so fucking hot!
Her orgasm lasted a minute or two then, with a very brief pause, a second one slammed into her. I remembered from earlier that the tip got too sensitive after a cum, so I lowered my tongue to concentrate on the swelling closer to her vagina. Her voice lowered as she started screaming “eat me” again but she couldn’t form the ‘t’; her voice was husky as she chanted “eemee eemee eemee, eeeeeemeeee”. Her legs clamped and unclamped against my head as her hands pulled my tongue hard into herself.
I knew I could intensify it by attacking her G-spot but I didn’t know if I had permission to enter her with a finger. What are the rules with a virgin? With a girl who had never explicitly said “yes” but who’d begged you to eat her? I tested with just the tip, rubbing the entrance just behind her urethra. No response. A little deeper, rubbing a bit harder. No response. I entered to the second knuckle and found the rough patch that signaled the G-spot and rubbed with the necessary “come-hither” motion while slowly moving my finger in and out half-an-inch at a time.
Her entire body began to shudder, then convulse. Her vocalizations were guttural nonsense, her arms and legs were limp, quivering, worthless. The vocalizations suddenly stopped but the orgasm hadn’t. Her head was lolled to the side. 20 seconds in, I heard a ragged breath followed by a high-pitched plaintive whine, then a few agonized grunts, and, still cumming, she pushed my head away.
I sat back and removed my finger and she immediately raised her legs onto the bed, turned away from me, and started to sob. I was suddenly filled with dread.
Oh, Jesus Christ! Had I just sexually abuse my sister? I knew better! I knew I shouldn’t have done it!
“Oh, my God, Amy! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! What can I do?”
She stopped sobbing and started bawling, tears streaming, almost unable to breathe she was crying so hard. I’d never seen anyone cry like that and I was devastated that I’d caused that much pain to my sister. I hated myself. I crawled behind her and held her close, hoping she could calm down enough for me to apologize, hoping she wouldn’t push me away before then. I took almost two minutes for her to gather herself.
“That was so beautiful! Oh, my God! It was so beautiful. Thank you, Peter.”
She started sobbing again. I held her closer, knowing now that I hadn’t lost her. She was okay, again, in 30 seconds or so. I heard her sniff and clear her throat.
“Peter, I pushed you away because I want more. I’m crying because I’m terrified to ask. I want to have sex with you. I’m so fucking horny and I want you inside me. Please say ‘yes’.”
“Are you sure we should go down that road?”
“We’re already so far down that fucking road…”
“We don’t have any condoms.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
News to me but, okay… She moved to the head of the bed and faced me.
“I’ve been on the pill since I started menstruating; the hormones help with cramping.”
More news to me.
“Please, Peter. I want this. I want it so badly. Please fuck me.” She lay back at the head of the bed and spread her legs.
“PLEASE.”
I put the pillow under her ass and got between her legs. I couldn’t believe that I was about to fuck my sister. That I would be taking her virginity. That she’d be taking mine. I lifted her a little with one hand and guided myself to her with the other.
“Are you sure, Amy?”
“Yes. Do it now, please.”
I put the head of my dick against her, pushed in about two inches and stopped.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh! Yes! I feel so stretched but I’m fine. Keep going.”
I pushed in another two inches.
“Are you all the way in?”
“No, just over half way.”
“Jesus! I’m already so full. Keep going. Put it all in. Please.”
I pushed again, sliding my entire seven inches to the hilt. It was glorious; wet, tight, warm but the greatest joy was the look of pure desire on Amy’s face.
“Tell me when to start.”
“Now. Please now!”
And, so, I began with long, slow strokes. Almost all the way out, then all the way in. Long and slow. She wrapped her legs around my waist and helped push me back in on every stroke. I could feel myself hitting the back wall of her cunt and watched her twitch each time I did. She was getting even wetter, and her nipples were sticking out like bullets. I let her support her weight with her legs and reached up to roll her right nipple as my right thumb pressed on her clit.
“Peter! You’re fucking me! You’re fucking me so good. I’m so stretched, so full. I never imagined anything like his. Oh! My God. Pinch my nipple. That’s it. It’s so good.”
“Amy you’re beautiful. You’re so fucking smoking hot. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
She started grunting on each thrust. “I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming. Fuck me harder.”
Her first scream coincided with my first hard thrust. “YES!”.
She was obviously cumming hard. Each thrust was accompanied by a “YES!”
“YES! YES! YES!”
I felt her pussy flood, the juices running out of he as she locked eyes with me and started crying out “HARDER! HARDER! HARDER!”
I was pounding her as hard as I could. She stopped crying out just as her eyes rolled back and her head rolled to the side. I didn’t know what happened so I stopped pounding and felt her pussy clenching my dick, spasming around it. Her head rolled back to near-center and she took a deep breath.
“Oh, for fucks sake, don’t stop. Fuck me.”
I started up again but now I changed to small, two-inch strokes, staying buried as deep as I could. It was obvious that she’d been responding to me hitting the back of her cunt. I must have been right because within 10 seconds she exploded with an intensity that stunned me. As much and as hard as I seen her cum already that day, I was literally scared for her. No one could go through what was happening to her and remain sane.
Every part of her was shaking, like she was being electrocuted. Her eyes were rolled so far back I could only see the whites. Juices were flooding out of her cunt like a river. She didn’t seem to be breathing. Her mouth hung open. She was drooling. And it was all eerily quiet. She just lay there, shaking, drooling. I knew I should stop but it was so fucking erotic so I kept pushing my dick into her again and again and again.
Suddenly her eyes flew open, she gasped for air, still obviously cumming but she was back to reality at least. She put her legs around my waist again and, pressing her heels against my back to keep me in, she cried “Enough. Please! Enough!”
I held still, waiting for her to stop cumming. She did, soon enough. She was panting as she reached up to caress my face. It was such a simple, honest gesture that it needed no words. I reached my hands behind the small of her back and leveraged her up. We kissed softly and she put her head against my chest as I held her. We stayed that way quietly, just holding each other, breathing for several minutes.